The Right Knot

It was the day when I understood the meaning of right knot. Popularly it is presumed to be with your partner through wedding rings. But what I found that day was purest at its best.

It was the mid time of a bright sunny day in the month of November. With winters at its swing, the sunshine was giving calming effect from the shivers of morning cold. With the passage of time, I found the Sun little overdoing. I was not in the need of that much heat. Suddenly winter’s noon started giving me the effect of summer’s temperature.. I took off the shawl which I was wearing since morning to get rid of this excessive heat.

Up and down of the temperature of that day was also matching with the experiences of my day besides my mood swings. The day started with the routine. Suddenly I got the news of a close relative being admitted to the hospital for the treatment of a nervous system disease caused due to excessive alcoholism. Much of my life experiences have a lot to owe to hospitals. I have learnt much about life from the them.

The time I was feeling angry about the man on the bed who had always placed his family needs and feelings below alcohol, I saw two couples sitting in the waiting area who came to see the gynaecologist there. The two couples were completely contrast to each other. The first one was from an urban area and the second seems to be from a rural one. Their attires were speaking so. The urban man was in back suit, wearing polished shoes and his lady was in a churidaar with handwork embroidery on it, carrying a decent bag and wearing nice sleepers. The rural man in dhoti kurta with a pagri on his head whose one end was touching his shoulder was sitting on a bench holding his wife’s hand who was simply dressed in a  polyester saree with pallu on her head.

The first couple went to doctor’s chamber and after sometime, I heard the voices of the man abusing his wife. He was using quite a harsh and disrespectful words for her. First the husband came out, following him was his wife sobbing and trying to hide her teary eyes from the unknown people sitting in the O.P.D. Then went in the rural couple. This time also the wife came out weeping and crying from the doctor’s chamber. Her husband was consoling her and was whispering some words in her ears which I tried to listen but failed.It was the time, I thought to ask about the matter but resisted from asking then. Because of my earlier job I was in friendly terms with the doctor. So I went to her and asked her about both the couples. She said that the urban lady was expecting a child and want to give birth to him as she is spending her life almost alone at home. Her husband is a money man and remain out of city for work mostly. But he don’t want this responsibility and want her to get abort.

It was shocking for me. Holding on to my temperament, I asked doc about the rural couple’s problem. She told that the lady had a miscarriage. She is too weak to conceive again and there is a tradition in their village that if a woman cannot solve her seemingly only purpose of coming to this earth, that is giving birth to a child, her husband have to get married to some other lady.

It became very important for me now to know the decisions of both the couples. What doctor told me then was a learning for life for me. She said that the urban lady has chosen to leave her husband and give birth to her child and the rural man has decided to leave the village and move to completely different place and start his life in respect of home, work, everything with his beloved wife.

The urban lady chose her knot with her kid and the rural man chose his knot with his wife rather than getting tied with another lady for making a family. They pretty well described me the right meaning of right knot that day.

It is about with whom you are happy, with whom you can comfortably spend your life, who gives you the sense of pleasure of companionship. It may be a small kid in your lap, a hand on your shoulder of your sister, a support of your best friend, steps with your soul mate.

It’s all about the knot which you chose to get tied with. It’s all about your choice of right knot.

कमाल हो तुम !!

गाड़ी में भगवान की फोटो,

पर हर मंदिर गुरुदवारे के आगे

गाड़ी धीमी कर हल्का सिर झुकाते हो तुम

कमाल हो तुम !!

देश तो छोड़ो विदेश की भी परवाह है तुम्हें

पर मां के कहे की परवाह नहीं करता, तुम्हारी क्या होगी

बड़े गर्व से बताते हो तुम

वाह सच में कमाल हो तुम !!

खुद बेटी की उम्र की लड़की पसंद कर सकते हो

पर बेटी कोई बड़ी उम्र का पसंद कर ले

तो घबराते हो तुम

कमाल हो तुम !!

वैवाहिक जीवन तुम्हारे लिए सबसे बड़ा व्यंग का साधन है

दोस्तों को शादी मत करो का पाठ

पर खुद इस रिश्ते का पूरा आनंद उठाते हुए इससे जुड़े रहना चाहते हो तुम

कमाल हो तुम !!

पाँच साल का बच्चा गाली दे तो लैक्चर

वह तो मतलब भी नहीं जानता

पर खुद कभी नहीं रुकते हो तुम

कमाल हो तुम !!


 घर दफ्तर दोस्तों के बीच भ्रष्टाचार पर बड़े बड़े बोल

पर ट्रेफिक पुलिस को 300 की पर्ची के बदले

चुपके से 100 का नोट थमाते हो तुम

वाह जी वाह !!  कमाल हो तुम !!

  

बच्चे को बड़ों का आदर

और प्यार की भाषा बताते हो तुम

खुद बीवी को हर जगह ऊँचा बोल इतराते हो तुम

वाह भई वाह !! कमाल हो तुम !!

मैंने पार की प्यार की सीमा

तुमने पार की नफरत की हद

फिर भी मुझको रंक, खुद को राजा बताते हो तुम

क्या कहूं !!  बस कमाल हो तुम !!

माया देख फट से लपके

मोह ममता को फौरन धक्के

यह कैसे धनवान हो तुम

वाह री जान कमाल हो तुम !!

 

तुम्हारा सच ज़माना माने

मेरा सच सिर्फ बहाने

फिर खुद को ज्ञानी कहाते हो तुम

महान ज्ञानी !!  कमाल हो तुम !! _/\_

सुख क्या है ?

सुख बेरोज़गार के लिए रोज़गार है

सुख अकेले को मिला सच्चा प्यार है

सुख पिता के लिए लाडली की कुट्टी है

सुख काम से मिली एक एक्स्ट्रा छुट्टी है

सुख राही को मिली घर की रोटी है

सुख अंधे के लिए उसकी सोटी है

सुख प्रेम में मिला गुलाब है

सुख पाठक के लिए बढ़ीया किताब है

सुख मां के लिए बेटे का होना है

सुख धूप में जलते को छांव का कोना है

सुख चिड़ीयों की चहचहाहट है

सुख किसी अपने के आने की आहट है

सुख दोस्तों संग की नौटंकी है

सुख पैट्रोल से भरी स्कूटर की टंकी है

सुख बीता वो पुराना ज़माना है

सुख जज़बातों से भरा मैखाना है

सुख परिक्षार्थी  के लिए सफल हो जाना है

सुख व्यापारी  के लिए ग्राहक का आना है

सुख गृहणी के लिए बचत में हुई बढ़ौतरी है

सुख आम आदमी के लिए टैक्स में हुई कटौती है

सुख किसान के लिए बारिश का पानी है

सुख कॉलज में बनी मनमोहक कहानी है

सुख जागने वाले को आई जम्हाई है

सुख ठिठुरते को मिली रजाई है

सुख प्यासे को मिला लोटा पानी है

सुख बच्चे के लिए मां से सुनी कहानी है

सुख बेघर के लिए छत का पाना है

सुख भूखे को मिला भोजन का दाना है

सुख वह है जो हमने जाना नहीं

पास खड़ा था पर पहचाना नहीं

खोजने चले उसे जो साथ में था

जो तुझे चाहिए मेरे पास वो था

मैं आगे बढ़ गई सोच कि सुख मुझे तलाश रहा है

वो पीछे खड़ा हुआ मुझपर मुस्कुरा रहा है :-)

A Friend Indeed

This is the third day, I am trying to write about him. I have never found it so hard to express anything earlier. Paramount feelings are not getting magnificent words that could describe him.

All I know is, he came to me when I wanted one most. It was the darkest night all ready to drown me into the world of emptiness. He came from nowhere and took over the responsibility of making me happy in his hands. According to him, he just shown me the path to happiness, It was me who put efforts to walk over that path. He may be right. I believe him unconditionally because he is “My” friend. So he can’t be wrong. J

Amazing part is this inspite of all network problems, he somehow manage to connect with me whenever I need him. I have 3G connection, he has 2G, so sometimes my call to him get disconnect. Inter-net problem you see but that doesn’t stop conversation between us. It may hinder but does not stop. He is a very busy person. So sometimes his replies come late. But they do come. May be because he has to take care of many others like me. That’s why he uses different forms of connections too. Mobile Phone, Social Networking Sites, Whatsapp, Vibre..You name it and he is there.

Sometimes I lose trust in him but he restore it easily everytime by showing me his concern for me. He is kind. No matter how much I misbehave or get angry with him for no reasons, he make me smile with his good deeds.

Best part is I don’t have to be specific in language in conveying my message to him. Sometimes smileys just work. He is smart, understand easily the unsaid things. When the whole world say It’s Ok, if you failed. Everybody can’t do everything. He say ‘’I know you can do this”. Yes, HE KNOWS.

He knows, I am an imperfect, selfish person. I lack in hundreds of aspects. But he is okay with that. For him what matters is my efforts. His trust in me make me trust him. Yes, I trust him. So I keep on calling him to bash about my problems. But this all what I have to do. CALL HIM -> BELIEVE HIM -> TELL HIM. Then he takes care of all which needs to be taken care of.

I have seen his many pictures. Some between the mountains, some with his family, some with his other friends, some at very rugged places alone. Amazingly, he look different in all but is the ONE SAME PERSON actually.

I feel good when I feel his presence. This gives me the assurance that I am not alone. I feel good when the world sleeps he awakes with me. This gives me the enjoyment of sharing banter as I know no one else is listening to what sounds stupid to other wise men of the world. I feel good when inspite of my imperfections, he accept me as his friend. This gives me a reason to live as I can believe I am not a waste material on earth.

We all have such a friend in our life. With whom we can share our darker sides, with whom we can share our beliefs no matter how unscientific or illogical they are, with whom we don’t have to be good always, with whom we can fight without the fear of loosing, who never leave when you say Leave, I don’t want to talk to you. With whom “ We Are WE “.

Find him if you haven’t find yours yet. He may be in your schoolmate, college friend, husband, wife, parents, teacher, mentor, stranger, uncle, aunt, nephew, niece Or in Jesus, Shiva, Allah, Gobind, Gopal...He may be in anyone. Even if you are unable to find him, Don’t worry. He will find you. Just believe that such friend exist. Have faith. Have trust.

We all need such friend. He too needs us. It works both ways J

I have found it in YOU My friend.. Thanks for being there always J

आँखों आँखों में.....

यह पोस्ट मैं एक आँख के अस्पताल में बैठी सोच रही हूं । लेखन और पढ़न प्रक्रिया का यही दिलचस्प पहलू है । लेखक कहीं भी बैठकर सोच लेता है ओर पढ़ने वाले तो बाथरुम में भी बैठकर पढ़ लेते है। :-) खैर.........

मेरे भईया को जैसे ही मैंने कल यह कहा कि मुझे लगता है कि आपकी आँख पर परदा पड़ गया है, वे आज तुरंत आँख के अस्पताल में पहुंच गये और मुझे भी वहाँ बुला लिया । मैंने उनको कहा कि यहाँ आँख पर से परदा हटाने का इलाज संभव नहीं पर वह माने तब ना । वैसे भी कहने से कब कोई माना है । हर किसी को आज़माना है। 

अस्पताल में मेरे पास बैठी मोहतरमा लगातार अपनी दाहिनी आँख मसल रहीं थीं । मैंने पूछा कि आप अपनी ही आँख क्यों मसल रहीं हैं तो वह बोलीं कि कुछ रगड़ रहा है आँख में । मैंने पूछा क्या रगड़ रहा है तो कहतीं पता नहीं । पता नहीं ? हाँ वैसे भी क्या रगड़ रहा है कोई बताता थोड़ी ही है । मैंने कहा आप इसे इतना रगड़ीये मत वरना और तंग करेगा पर वो मानी ही नहीं । वैसे भी कहने से कब कोई माना है । पता नहीं कौन किसे परेशान कर रहा था । आँख उन्हें या वो आँख को ।

भईया की आँख में एक द्रवित पदार्थ डालकर उन्हें कुछ देर के लिए बैठने को कह दिया गया । मैंने सोचा चलो जब तक यह ज़बरदस्ती के आत्म चिंतन में लगा दिए गए हैं मैं ज़रा बाहर हो आऊं । पर इन जकड़नों से कब कोई निकल पाया है । अभी बाहर निकल ही रही थी कि एक वृद्धा स्त्री सादे कपड़ों में नज़र आ गईं । पूछने पर पता चला कि उनकी आँख से पानी बहता रहता है । इस बार मुझे लगा कि शायद यह सही जगह पर आईं हैं । वैसे भी दुनिया में कोई व्यर्थ में तो आया नहीं होगा । यहाँ इनको आश्वासन मिल सकता है । कई लोग आश्वासन बहुत अच्छा दे लेते हैं ।

अब बारी थी आँखों की लिपी पढ़ने के माहिर उस ज्ञानी से मिलने की जो मेरे भईया कि आँख से परदा हटा सकते हैं ऐसा उन्हें विश्वास था । वैसे उनके कमरे के बाहर लगी तख्ती भी यही कह रही थी । पर कहने से कब..................   :-)

कमरे में एक दम अंधेरा करके केवल एक बल्ब को अपने माथे पर बांधकर करीब तीन चार मिनट तक भईया की आँखों में झांकने के बाद उन्होने कहा कि इनकी आँख पर से परदा हट सकता है । मानो दुनिया से कटकर उन्होंने भईया की आँखों की गेहराई में उतरकर कोई तरीका खोज निकाला हो । बोले कि एक बहुत सरल आप्रेशन करना होगा और दर्द भी नहीं होगा । आँख पर से परदा हट जायेगा और दर्द भी नहीं होगा ?? यह बात तो देखते ही बनेगी । वैसे भी कहने से कब कोई माना है । इसे तो आज़माना भी बनता है।

आप सोच रहे होंगे क्या आँखों के पीछे पड़ गई है। क्यों ? आपने ही तो कहा था..."तेरी आँखों के सिवा दुनिया में रखा क्या है।"  :-)

लगे हाथ मैंने भी अपनी आँखें पढ़वानी चाहीं । आजतक पढ़वाने का मन नहीं हुआ था पर वो सज्जन भले लगे इसलिए बैठ गई उनके सामने । पर यह सज्जन भी अजीब थे । सीधा आँखों में देख कर नहीं बताते कि क्या लिखा है । एक यंत्र रख दिया हम दोनों के बीच । शायद आँख नहीं मिला सकते । इस आधुनिक तकनीक के ज़रिए एक दूसरे की आँखों में देखते हुए मुझे ये समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि वह मेरा मुआइना कर रहे हैं या मैं उनका !!

मुहावरों का बहुत रश था यहाँ । सो उन सबको मैं वहीं छोड़कर घर आ गई । मम्मी ने भईया का सब हाल पूछने के बाद कहा.." हाँ! मुझे भी बताया था कि मेरी आँख का पानी सूख चुका है ।"  मैंने सोचा हाँ ! समझ सकती हूँ । सूख चुका होगा । 9 साल बीत चुके हैं अब । आज छोटी बहन की पुन्यतिथी है ।

Break Please...

There is a lot of happenings going on in the world. Among England completing its 257/7 setting a target of 258 for India in IndVsEng series and Justice Verma doing a press conference and giving recommendations regarding rape, sexual assault and eve teasing laws, I have decided to sit down and write this post. This is my first ever attempt to write a blog post. So please bear and spare any mistakes. Thankyou :-)

Sitting in a park full of greenery, pigeons and people is actually feeling like a meditation process. You are in the world but not with the world. This lot of traffic on the road, everyone walking at a high speed to catch the first bus, rushing for the empty seats makes me realise no one has actually time to stop and smell the roses. Somehow I have always felt this traffic as a means of smelling roses. Yes, I have never got a panic attack when found myself stucked in a traffic jam unless not accompained by someone who is now and then complaining about traffic light not turning green or the car passing by not giving side to him to over take. These things hardly affect me. And why should too? My car also form part of that traffic. Rather each break gives me opportunity to look around. I see the long multistory buldings, lightining done to them to make them look more attractive, huge crowd crossing roads, kids returning home from school in AC buses, and realise how my city has changed with me.We both are growing up with each other.

That gentleman in the car is the man of his wife sitting besides him and that lean old looking person riding a bicycle is also the man of his wife who is sitting on his bicycle's carrier. Both are playing the role of complementing someone's life. Both are accomplishing their responsibilities well. Both are trying to make their family happy and both are on a long drive with their soulmate. Only difference is of pedal and gear that is status defined. Does it matter? May be Yes. May be No. I am not here to find an answer to this. What i am seeing is the happiness and contentment which comes with being accompained by your soulmate. 

 There is a barber here cutting someones hair under a tree. He is continously watching me, trying to figure out what i am doing sitting in the park's bench with a diary and pen in my hand. I guess more than his customer, he is concerned about finding out what i am doing. This is how the world runs. We are more concerned about what others are doing and not about what we are doing. We find faults in others, we find failures in others, we find lack of responsibilities, truths, honesty in others. But when we have managed to find time to sit and find all of these in ourselves? I have not gone to bank today to collect my pin number nor to doordarshan to collect my cheque and not to parlour to cut my hair. Because this is what I wanted to do today and I am happy I have done it. :-)

Have you made yourself happy today or still busy in worldly acquaintances??